“Shopkeeper bro, don’t be anxious, I’ve heard of that Yan family.”
When Zhang A‑gu heard Hu Ma, she visibly grew worried and hurried on, “This Guazhou is on the other side of Old Dark Mountain. It sounds far, but if you go through the mountain it’s only a few days’ travel. That place is huge — wide fields, lots of land, and countless great houses.”
“And that Iron‑Gate Yan family has held official rank for generations; their status is extraordinary. Back when I was invited to Guazhou to exorcise something, even the Five Fiends there kept themselves in check.”
“This time, one: that Yan family has treated us with some courtesy. Two: it’s not really Mingzhou anymore; we know nothing of that place. About this matter, you see—”
“……”
“A‑gu, you shouldn’t worry.”
Hu Ma, upon hearing that, turned to Zhang A‑gu and smiled. “That noble in the mountains already said it: we handle Mingzhou matters first because it’s convenient. But really, disobedience is rarer here in Mingzhou; the big fish are outside.”
“We must lift our sights. We are Mingzhou’s, but the Demon‑Suppression Office is of the whole world. Mingzhou, Guazhou — how different are they?”